“Trust me, young lady. I know how commanders think.” My boyfriend’s millionaire father said across his mahogany table, after spending dinner explaining leadership to the woman he assumed worked in Army administration. Then his retired lieutenant colonel friend walked in, saw me, and straightened. “Colonel Ward. Ma’am. I didn’t know the brigade commander was here.” Richard’s wine glass stopped halfway to his mouth. But dinner was only the beginning. My phone buzzed: CALDWELL MOVED READINESS BRIEF TO 0700. Richard smiled. He had just offered to introduce me to General Caldwell. He didn’t know the general was waiting on my recommendation.
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